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lirik lagu $orr¥ – shyne

yeah imma call you back, i just got to the crib
you know, sh~t’s crazy
let me call you back, let me call you back
i’m high as f~ck right now and sh~t
home sweet home!

h~llo?
is there anyone here?
h~llo?
(phone rings)
h~llo?
h~llo?
the f~ck?

playing from television

i’m not a freak, i’m not
all this stuff applies to a boyfriend
if i got one, i like it down my throat
i can’t help it, i like to suck his d~ck
i like l!cking it, holding it, grabbing it
looking at it, kissing it, touching it
i like it in me, around me, on me
i like my legs back, i like him on top
i like it from the back, i like getting on top
i like sitting on his face, i like him sitting on my face
not the booty, i don’t really do the booty
i’m terrified of ~n~l s~x, why?
i know you gotta relax but i am terrified of ~n~l s~x
because i’m scared that later on when me and the guy break up
he’ll be like “i f~cked you in the ass”
what do you say to that?
this is a~

(part 1)

(hook)
like it’s 199~
yeah like it’s
yeah
rico make this sh~t sound like it’s 1998 uh, wait uh
kevin make the beat levitate uh
still making it flip like we going out to skate uh
me and the blue hundreds going on a date
no cap when i rap did this all in one take uh
n~ggas gon have feel me even if i’m off kilter
i dismiss a bad b~tch and don’t kiss her
lip sync on my d~ck with no lyrics
before she leave the crib man you know i gotta frisk her
chopping up samples like we chopping up bricks uh
like we chopping up bricks uh

(verse)
lost a couple brothers to the motherf~cking system
some of them won’t even make it out before christmas
listerine green how a n~gga getting big bucks
engineering now i’m riding in a big truck
never give a f~ck even when i’m f~cking on a big b~tt
suicidal doors on the whip get your wrist cut
never waste time with these b~tches
i just wanna grind and get acquainted to these riches
in a threesome give a f~ck if they was real sisters
getting this dirty money but my business is legitimate

(part 2)

it’s the return of the motherf~cking god
the return of the plague for the frauds
the apocalypse avant garde, me and gang way too hard
way too hard
these motherf~ckers too soft and they all fell off
like a condom in a motel room, imma pop on these n~ggas, it’s a baby coming soon
dollarsorryens on the cross, it’s the second coming of the holocaust
this beef can’t be stroganoff, imma skeet on the beat too raw
my kicks on fire like marshall law, smoking on keisha it’s way too strong
rise of the phoenix, from the ashes slaying them demons
i was gone for no motherf~cking reason
i remember my pockets was zero, d~mn near went gilbert arenas with the dolce & gabana sneakers
that n~gga wanna ron artest me, he ain’t know i came with a world peace

i pray the lord frees every single one of you from the burdened souls you carry, the cross is heavy and the blood will spill all in the name of the almighty, the prophecy of tomorrow will live today so we can travel across seas and skies far away, as we pray, hallelujah!

who that knocking on my window?
roll up the gram let the wind blow
had to do ‘em justice winslow
in a ‘64 with a schizo
i know you wanna go shake it, i just want you to shake that thang
oh no don’t you brake it, bail bonds for the fu~
bail bonds for the f~cking gram
james bond i’m the double o
7 hoes if you ain’t know, i got 7 hoes if you ain’t ~
n~gga this ain’t no joke
bad b~tch wear a choker and she loves to get choked when we f~ck all night
it’s on sight, i’m a vampire in the night
might be paranoid when i’m on that doja i just might (shakalakalaka)
blacker the berry n~gga i’m offing sh~t
finna put your n~gga in a coffin, sh~t
like a blind man, imma walk around with a stick
i know the devil ain’t prada me, i’m not his prodigy, i speak in prophecy uh
sticking to the script like bubblegum uh
n~gga gon run like forest
got a white b~tch like doris burke
she just wants ballers, i told her “don’t call us”
i ride in a foreign they thought i did forex
i don’t do the pictures, i don’t do the mourning
i f~ck on that b~tch, kick her out in the morning, she lucky enough imma buy some mcdonald’s
i k!ll a n~gga in the middle of corridor
did it broad day, won’t you call up the coroner?

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